Category: Other Poetry

Our sin will every person scorch
     And shrivel up our fruit,
But dew from Spirit each will touch
     To water every shoot. 

From Jesus each one drinks new life
     And image is re-born–
Becomes one with the world’s new light
     With sin forever shorn. 

Inscribed in each see Jesus’ face—
     Yet each one of a kind—
To take that place in human race
     That Father has in mind:

To serve without a taint of sin
    As glory lives in all,
And all the world is born again
     On far side of the fall.

To heaven we will rise above
     With Him who is our Lord
And drink in everlasting love:
     We all will Him adore.

Those silver myths prepare the way
For truth that comes to us in gold
When Word of Father has His say:
His “I Am” prophets had foretold.

A New Creation He has made
That’s grown from fallen Eden’s seeds
As new dawn’s light comes in earth’s shade
To cleanse us with the Blood He bleeds.

Away He washes Eden’s sin
As Old Creation with Him dies
And rises to begin again
As world is saved from Satan’s lies.

As in New World we’re born anew,
In this world we begin to live
Our life will there be in full view–
New Persons to us Jesus gives.

So “Alleluia” we can sing
To celebrate new heaven, earth,
For new earth born makes heaven ring
With angels’ songs at earth’s new birth.

For heaven’s new when earth becomes
What she was always meant to be,
As sinless love from heaven comes
That captive earth may now be free. 

From east to west is one hand’s span
Of Him created earth and sky,
Yet led from Beersheba to Dan
A people to Him He called nigh.

Then One created light and dark
Shined through a star upon a crib–
Became for us our Noah’s Ark–
Held Him came from New Adam’s rib.

Draws world to Him, our Father’s Son,
Through people chosen long ago,
Prepared for Him who is the One
To save us from our human woe.

His hand’s span now to each will reach—
Salvation’s touch we all can know—
Through Catholic Church will His truth teach:
Creation knows His Noah’s Bow.

The fruit above and roots beneath
     Of Satan here on earth
Destroyed by One brings olive wreath
     In our Messiah’s birth.

He comes in peace with Cross’s sword
     To vanquish Satan’s pride;
In Sacrament He speaks His Word
     With Blood from wounded side.

Crushed are the hearts of those who’re proud—
     The swift cannot escape—
Die all who have to Satan bowed,
     Are buried outside gate.

Yet when that gate then open swings,
     A new dawn will break through,
And those in Christ will rise to sing
     Creation born anew.

Inside the gate new roots and fruit
     Are found on Cross’s Tree;
We’re grafted into His new shoot–
     From death and sin set free. 

The freedom of eternal truth
     Can everywhere be found,
For God’s own truth is warp and woof
     Of all creation’s ground.

It’s hidden everywhere in sight
     For those with eyes to see;
His loving beauty cloaks His might
     From sea to shining sea.

Our ears can hear His wind blow through
     As we His Spirit taste,
Who makes His whole world fresh and new;
     We’re touched by saving grace.

The smell of life now born anew
     Intoxicates with love;
All creatures with Himself imbued,
     Earth joined to Him above. 

O Lord, I am a salty waste
     Where nothing good can grow,
And I have not that heaven’s taste
     Comes from good seeds You sow.

I ask You, Lord, come wash away
     This waste that plagues me so,
And come in me to have Your way
     That Your fruit I may know.

Created new may my taste be
     For fruit from Your true vine;
May other people see in me
     The virtues from Your wine.

And then may I Your good fruit grow
     As Your branch I become;
For virtues You have in me sowed
     To glorify God’s Son. 

May all of us come home again,
     In holy Zion dwell,
At last made free of Eden’s sin
     Through our Emmanuel.

For Zion has in Him become
     New name for Paradise,
Restored by Him through death undone
     And raised from earthly strife.

In Zion’s streets play boys and girls,
     And Rachel no more wails,
For all grave clothes have been unfurled;
     All live beyond the pale.

His truth is only spoken here
     And lived in full each day,
As we all live beyond death’s fear
     With Jesus who’s our Way.

The life we live is His within
     Each one uniquely made;
We’re all who we have always been
     When seen without sin’s shade.

Our Father draws us each to Him—
     Through faith we understand—
We’re born again in Bethlehem,
     The gate to Zion’s land.

His never-ending glory lives
     In Zion raised on high,
And to us all He glory gives:
     Now we will never die. 

Upon the altar lives the Binding Force
That dies and rises–in His hands to hold
The universe that runs His plotted course,
Warmed by His love that never will grow cold.

We look and see amid the circling gloom
His light comes from His never-ending dawn,
Breaks forth from Calvary’s Rose o’er earth to bloom,
Proclaim that night of sin and death is gone.

Forever will in universe prevail
His light that shines from Cross on altar laid
With faith and hope and love that lift the veil
By hands of Babe born of a Virgin Maid.

His swaddling clothes reveal the love that binds
The universe—thus bound we freedom find. 

To save the world, in hearts You make
     The Saints who Your truth know;
The care of souls they do not shirk:
     Their hearts are never closed.

They live among us quietly
     As they bless all of us;
Their vision sees expectantly
     And for us all they trust.

They see the truth that we are held
     By Him in changeless hands
To pick up all of us who fell—
     Restore us to His band.

And then one day we’ll faces see
     Of those who worked and prayed
For us, and with them bend our knee
     To Love Who with us stays. 

SOLEMNITY OF SAINTS PETER AND PAUL,
APOSTLES

I wake and find I’m in a sea
That salty tastes and is Blood Red
And know that drowning is by me
Who grasped for life, found death instead.

How frantically I flail away
To find salvation from my death
And finally clutch the Wood, His Way:
His Cross restores my Eden health.

As I submit to Cross’s wounds,
I’m washed in Blood that pours from Him:
Restores my salt in Church’s womb–
Rise from Her font, am free of sin. 

From slavery to His freedom borne
On Church’s Ark to Promised Land–
An Ark that by His Cross is formed
To makes us new: His glorious band.